As Homelander In Multiverse

The dimly lit basement was filled with a mixture of a man's screams and the pungent scent of disinfectant.

Levin frowned slightly as he looked at himself in the mirror, wondering if he would end up with a skin disease.

After all, the bed he had been sleeping on reeked of mold.

And he had no idea how long he would have to stay here.

Of course, compared to being recognized by Homelander and regaining his ability to stand—these two things—

Suffering a little was hardly worth mentioning.

He washed his face, walked outside, and saw Mother's Milk bandaging a gang member.

Frenchie, on the other hand, tossed a box of homemade bombs to them and collected a stack of cash.

At that moment, Frenchie's phone rang.

After answering, a smile gradually appeared on his face, and he let out a cheer.

After hanging up the call—

Frenchie first shooed away the gang members before announcing:

"That bastard Butcher contacted me. He said he's found Mallory, and Mallory agreed to clear our names."

"But that guy wants us to go back and help."

"Says that once this job is done, we'll never see him again."

Mother's Milk snorted, "He'd better keep his word. Otherwise, I'll blow his ass open with a rifle."

Frenchie then looked at Levin. "We're meeting him tomorrow. When the time comes, I'll introduce you to him."

"You two will get along."

Levin nodded lightly. "Then I'll go back to my room and sleep."

He returned to his room, closed the door—

Took out his phone and sent a short message to Homelander.

Soon, the next day arrived.

In a park—

Levin met Butcher, who looked exactly like the photos Homelander had shown him.

Butcher frowned when he saw Levin. "Who's this kid?"

Frenchie grinned. "Levin."

"Haven't you watched the news?"

"The soldier who got his spine broken by Maeve during the Manhattan incident."

"He saved me and Mother's Milk."

Butcher looked Levin up and down. "Then how the hell is he standing?"

That, Frenchie didn't know either.

Mother's Milk stepped forward and said, "He hates the Seven to the core, so we brought him in. He can help us."

"Is that so?" Butcher remained skeptical.

Frenchie added from the side, "How about a handshake first?"

Butcher shrugged and extended his hand. "Hello, Levin."

"Hello."

Just then—

Levin suddenly transformed into a werewolf, his entire body covered in short gray-white fur, and his hands sprouting long, sharp claw blades.

He lunged fiercely at Butcher's head, aiming to shred it apart!

The sudden turn of events left everyone stunned.

Frenchie and Mother's Milk were utterly confused, unable to understand why Levin had suddenly attacked.

At that moment, streaks of electricity shot through the air, striking Levin and sending him flying.

Then, someone landed on the ground.

Stormfront!

The woman lifted her head, looked at Butcher, and grinned. "See, I told you."

"No good deed goes unpunished. The moment you try to do something good, bad luck isn't far behind."

She smirked and stepped forward, suddenly accelerating—

Crashing into Levin, sending the werewolf flying and smashing through a bench.

Butcher turned to Frenchie and Mother's Milk, his face darkening. "You two better give me a damn good explanation."

With that, he sprinted back toward the ice cream truck, shouting as he ran, "Forget about him, Stormfront!"

"Get out of here, now!"

Stormfront kicked Levin once more before turning around.

But unexpectedly, Levin pounced again—

His fur shifting from gray-white to black, transforming into a bear-man.

With a roar, he grabbed Stormfront from behind, refusing to let her go.

"What do we do? What now?" Frenchie shouted anxiously.

Mother's Milk held his head. "You're asking me? Who the hell am I supposed to ask?"

"How the fuck should I know this would happen?"

"Shit, we gotta go!"

"You better forget about that basement of yours."

Frenchie nodded quickly, and the two of them hurriedly fled in another direction.

At this moment—

Stormfront, trapped in Levin's bear hug, suddenly erupted in a burst of lightning.

With a loud shout—

She unleashed a surge of electricity, blasting the bear-man away.

Then, the woman turned around, raised both hands—

And sent out a wave of electric currents, blowing Levin into the air.

Only then did she fly toward the ice cream truck.

Just then—

Two golden beams of light shot down from the sky, carving a deep trench in the grass ahead of her.

Dirt and rocks sprayed everywhere.

Stormfront stopped abruptly—

Looking up, her expression immediately turned sour.

Above her, Homelander's eyes slowly returned to their usual blue.

He smiled slightly.

Then, he suddenly dropped to the ground—

Boom!

Like a meteor crashing down, sending a wave of shattered earth surging outward—

Overturning the ice cream truck, which had just started moving.

"Fuck!"

"Fuck!"

Inside the ice cream truck, Butcher—who had been thrown to the ground—cursed as he scrambled to his feet, rushing toward the storage area where his battle suit was kept.

"Knew it—should've never tried to do the right thing."

"That crazy bitch Stormfront was right. No good deed goes unpunished!"

"Why the fuck did I get soft?!"

Muttering curses, Butcher climbed inside, ready to put on his battle suit.

Just then—

Two heat vision beams sliced into the truck, striking the suit—

Blasting it apart, scattering its pieces everywhere.

Even if he picked them up, it would take ages to put them on.

Crack.

The entire rear half of the ice cream truck was cut away by Homelander's heat vision—

Exposing a wide-eyed, stunned Butcher.

Homelander clasped his hands behind his back and smiled. "Hello there, Mr. Butcher. We meet again at last."

Then, he turned to Stormfront. "I'm warning you—don't move. And don't even think about running."

"Because now, none of you are getting away."

This time, Homelander was completely different from the first time he had met Butcher.

After receiving Levin's message, he arrived and immediately marked both of their minds.

No matter where they ran, Homelander could track them—

And use Mind Transmission to instantly appear beside them.

After issuing his warning to Stormfront, Homelander smiled and walked toward Butcher.

"Well, did you enjoy our game of hide-and-seek?"

Butcher spat on the ground and stepped out of the truck. "Don't get too happy, you wanker."

"Planning to kill Daddy?"

"Go on, do it."

"But once you do, your good days will be numbered."

Homelander raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Mind telling me why?"

Before Butcher could answer—

Stormfront suddenly blurted out, "We were just about to get our hands on Compound V."

The bearded man froze for a moment—then roared, "Why the fuck did you tell him?!"

Stormfront followed up with a move that shocked even Butcher.

The woman knelt on one knee before Homelander. "Homelander, I surrender."

"If you spare me, I'll give up his plan. I'll expose everyone who wants to harm you."

"See, I'm still useful."

"I'll be your loyal servant."

"And—since I'm not bad-looking—I can fulfill a lot of your needs."

Butcher stood there, dumbfounded—

Never expecting Stormfront to sell him out so easily!

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